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i set out to be a writer but fucked it up gloriously—burned my bridges, buried my parents, went broke, married a deranged SJW who smashed what was left of my brain (details here), defected to tech, worked for 10 years in what was actually just a cleverly disguised (but lucrative!) slow-motion nervous breakdown, am back to make up for lost time as much as I can before AGI turns us all into zoo animals

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